Yesterday I said how you couldn’t see the road for zombies, today is much the same. We’re are starting to wonder if they know we’re here…
The zombies up with us differ in detail. Some are seriously maimed, with sheets of skin missing, others might miss an arm, while some do look quite normal, I wish we knew how this thing spreads…Or maybe I don’t want to know….
Tom, don’t take chances, we’ve all got to think of ourselves a little bit right now, else be caught.
Looks like my question’s been answered. About 10 minutes ago I heard a massive yowl.
I forgot my cat was outside and the bastard just tore her to pieces. 🙁
I don’t know where this lone zombie has come from, but this is war. Watch this space, I’m going to go and hunt down my air rifle.
Quick question – just how ordinary can these zombies look?
Only there’s a bloke out the front of the house just wandering around. He hasn’t done anything, but it’s disconcerting. I’ve locked all the doors and pulled all the curtains. I don’t dare call out to him just incase. He’s just watching the house now.
I’ve got a bad feeling about this.
The spread of the infection seems odd, even here in Aber there are days when we see nothing and days when you can’t see the road. Today has been one of the latter.
Tom, good to hear from you again, I’m glad it’s not looking too grim down your way at the moment.
Leo, I hope you’re still OK, your situation is not unlike ours, though at least we’ve been able to venture out.
It seems as though it’s getting closer to home. Especially if it’s as far as Llanrhystud Henry.
Still nothing concrete down here, but was in Cardigan earlier and it’s slowly becoming a ghost town. Tesco is still open and trading, but all the shops in town are pretty much closed. I think people are beginning to panic.
As for me, I don’t like to spend much time away from the car, as it’s an easy escape.
Speaking to a cashier in Tesco earlier, he said Aberaeron had a few reports of zombies in the early hours of this morning, but they were unconfirmed. Not hard to see why people are panicking, it’s only half an hour away.
Looks as though it’s coming down the coastline – I haven’t heard of anything from Narberth, Carmarthen, or Haverfordwest.
Astraman is still downstairs. He’s made a friend and they’ve broken the glass in the door. The wooden slats are too thin for them to get through, but we can hear them – even through flat door itself.
Fed up. Want to get out. Anne and I are inflating the airbed and sleeping in the attic tonight with the stairs pulled up.
Fucking fed up. Anne is having a cry. Want to join her. Fucking zombies. FUCKING FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There’s a staricase that leads up to our flat – at the bottom of which is a door. Humble chipboard with a cheap veneer and frosted glass panels – a guardian portal to our little castle.
Astraman woke up early this morning, and has been hammering on our front door ever since. Bleary eyed and bleary brained – my first reaction was to let him in and help him. Anne stopped me as I was pulling the coffee table away from the door.
It’s odd that we grow up with these stereotyped zombies, but when they appear in front of us – we forget all the rules, all the cliches. He looked to me like a normal person, bloodied and wounded – but normal…. Read the rest of this entry »
So we thought we’d do two things: Go out and find more food, and venture out of Aber to see the extent of the damage.
We popped out earlier this morning, George, Don, Andy, and myself – leaving the two girls back in the flats. We headed out past Morrisons which still looks a wreck, and out on to the A487.
The few villages out this way were deserted, you could see where looting had taken place. We cautiously went in to a number of houses, taking any remains we could salvage. We reckon that anyone who was here either left for a more remote location, or had been zombified and made their way into Aber…
We got as far as Llanrhystyd, but couldn’t go any further due to every junction being blocked by trees, they looked like they had been placed there rather than having fallen in the road.
We nabbed all we could from the pub and the post office, including a good deal on bog roll! I reckon we collected enough for a two or three weeks now!
We’ve just got back, and we’re treating ourselves to some Lambrusco and tinned spag bol.
George loves Monopoly and Andy loves Scrabble. It doesn’t exactly bring everyone together, people arguing over what words are right and who owes who money…I’m staying out of it.
Today has been quiet, we’ve stopped keeping a look out because none of the zombies we see seem to be interested in us. That one that attacked the front door the other week has finished writhing around the basement courtyard, it’s got red and yellow fuzz all over it now, and we’ve noticed that no birds or anything are going near it…
Anne is being sick in the bathroom, probably on top of my sick from moments before.
They got the poor bloke from across the street. He climbed out of a bedroom window on the first floor (not the ground floor – I hate it when people mix those up), but slipped and banged himself hard on the driveway, twisting his ankle right round. We were willing him to shut up, but he effed and blinded like there was no tomorrow. The zombies who had been determidly forcing themselves through his living room window turned around and went for him.
I’m uncomfortable writing this, but I couldn’t stop myself watching. They gnawed pretty half of skin off his body. Fingers, toes and huge lumps of flesh were just gone.